Poems and Stuff

Am I... Free?

I am just me 

Under a tree

Happy as can be

Happy as a bee

I am just roaming aimlessly

With nowhere to go

Or nowhere to be

But at least I am free

Not sweating the small things,

In a field

Saying hello to the flowers, dams, and leaves

Reading under a tree

As happy as can be

Happy as a bee

I look up to the soaring birds

That cut the clouds in thirds

Just loving how peaceful

Life can be

When I am happy being me

Free as a bee

And happy as can be

A day as me, freed

Looks like this,

One of pleasure, freedom, and reconnections

Free like a bird to fly

Busy like a roaming bee

Still and determined like a tree

I am as happy as can be,

When I am allowed to just be

ME